Today marks the end of January, and I find myself reflecting on a goal I’ve been setting for weeks but failing to act on—starting a serious exercise and healthy eating routine. I keep postponing it, convincing myself that I’ll begin tomorrow, yet tomorrow never comes.

Each time I step on the scale, I question why I’m doing this to myself. I know I need to start, but for some reason, I just don’t. Excuses are always within reach. Right now, the weather isn’t great, which feels like a perfect reason to delay. But the truth is, I have a stationary bike indoors—I could use it anytime. And yet, I don’t. It’s frustrating because this kind of hesitation is unlike me. I used to wake up at 4:30 AM and run 10 km without a second thought.

Now, I struggle to wake up early at all. My routine has shifted; I stay up late, wake up late, and the discipline I once had feels distant. Still, deep down, I know I don’t have a choice. My body is showing signs that it needs change, and at my age, I can’t afford to ignore them. Writing this down makes it real—it forces me to acknowledge the problem and push myself to take that first step.

I sincerely hope that the next time I log my progress, I’ll have something positive to report. No more excuses. It’s time to start. So help me God.

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